A fine Establishment (Private)

Ganki kept as he was, waiting to hear how she could explain to him more “clearly”, as to why they were here in the first place. He figured it would probably be some white little lie, or maybe a more complexed like, so he remained as he was. Moments later, he noticed the other girl move, more specifically, make a hand sign. Ganki’s eye’s focused immediately targeted her, watching her mouth, as the mist poured from it. He almost got up from his seat, as he thought this was some type of poison. What was he to do, trust the young beautiful sword spirit on her word that no harm was going to come to Ganki, even though this was there first time meeting? In a club no doubt, what was he to do? By all right, he would need to distance himself from this mist. It crept closer and closer as it was inches from his mouth and nose. This was going to be one hell of a gamble.
Oh what the hell…

He decided to take a leap of faith into the avatar’s words. If anything, Ganki would jump first chance he felt some sort of effect from the mist. The mist he then inhaled did no such thing of the sort. It seemed fine to him, no pain what so ever. He playfully inhaled it, like he was taking a hit from some finely rolled up kumo herbs. Those were the days, those were definitely the days.
Aws the room darkened, pitch black, he noticed flashes, bright images of some kind. He didn’t know if he was either tripping from the fog, or lights from the club were piercing into the fog. The floor beneath Ganki’s feet even vanish, it was as if he was merely floating in empty space, within pure darkness. Upon further inspection, he notices the vivid flashes to be scenes, scenes of Kira. Could this be the reason why Selene was doing most of the talking? Things were starting to make sense. He knew something was wrong with Kira. He watched as Kira practiced with what seemed like water jutsu of some kind. But was the elder that watched over her? Further into the scene, he watches her being struck by a weapon, and carried away. Was that were the blood came from? He looks away from the strange source of light, and scans the pitch dark room.

“Kira… Selene, if she is a Hyuuga, then where is her Byakugan? Who attacked you? She needs medical attention, you realize this, right?” Ganki wanted to know, he continue dot talk to Selene, since he now knew why Kira was acting the sort. He was all too familiar with KKG hunters back in the clouds. He had a run in with a few, even one of his student’s hunted people for their bloodline. However, Ganki could no longer look down on those who did the sort, since his company actually now deals and profits off of medical research. He continued floating around in dead space, waiting to hear Selene’s voice, or Kira’s if she stepped in.

Once more the strange omniscient voice began to speak, Selene shaking her head as Ganki addressed her to indicate it was not her words flowing through the nether. "Raised Hyuuga, the child of nara clan and secret Amekagure blood..... A weapon to be used in the great war of konoha... That which destroyed the yamaki clan. " Flashes of a woman, young and battered rapping against the door of the hyuuga main branch house appeared just before them. She was shaking, still clutching desperately to a small bundle held tightly against her chest. The bundle was a child, Kira to be exact, though how they knew that was unsure asside from assumption that the jutsu giving him information simply made this fact seem obvious. They would simply watch in silence, assuming ganki didn't speak up once more. A hyuuga woman clothed clearly in their regalia heard the womans desperate please, taking the child just as her mother breathed a long struggling breath, falling dead before her.

"This is my past. Who I was long before I even knew what I could become." Another set of flashed poured through the nothingness around them. A half dead girl carried on the back of a strange priest, A priest Ganki would inevitably recognize the face of. The shift was subtle, the rain soaked ground of Iwa switching for barelly a moment to show the excited girl training with the Demon priest himself Youka in various situations, Learning new techniques, Going on missions, but the longer the images went the more dark the scene. The edges of their world turned red slowly as Youka and Maku's hatred raised, ending in Iwa with two men casting jutsu at the girl clothed too simply, embracing death and as her life exstinguished this time the only thing visable around them would be the bright circle of the sharingan.

"The child of fate. Rebirth of the Demon of chance, kind souled and bright eyes turned dark by the hatred of two men... Four eyes. " Time skipped as she felt the important information told leading up to the present. The final scene she would show unless prompted was that of a dark cavern like room, a sea of grey stone between two women. They were clearly arguing, the small frail girl standing tall and powerful in a way that would seem impossible compared to the shell sitting beside them.

"Kira. If you kill again... If you take the light of everything and everyone you are no better then He is. You are no better then your teacher youka.... The man you swear to kill." Kira lashed out at the girl, a horrific blood curdling screech filling the air as from seemingly nowhere a mass of pure black energy formed in her hands. It flowed quickly to form the scythe of sorrow, a weapon ten feet in length that seemed to tower over the small girl, though it wasn't clear in how easilly she wielded it. In one strike she sought to destroy the woman trying so desperately to change her views. She failed.

In an instant the scene was obviously different. A single clash of weapons showed Amber well within the reach of the scythe, another cry similar to the final swan song of a horrified female echoing through the room as a knife slid across the girls throat, ending Kira's life. "I will cleanse you child. " Strange energy flowed across her body, deep blues and purples as her body fell limply against Amber's form. Her body shattered, turning a deep crimson before disappearing into dust, the scythe falling to the ground with a loud clang.


"I'd become that which I swore to destroy..... Abuse does that. Through strange power I know little of I was saved, the power of my Soul Amethyst giving me new life.... This is the product of death. My body will get back to it's full strength fear not Lead of Sakura corp." The words hung in the air for a moment, allowing him the chance to respond or ask questions as needed.

It was all horrible, the scene he now watched after hearing the voice. What night this was turning out to be, from a casual late night, to a now awkward meeting. He remained silent as he continued watching, though he knew deep down inside that she had a reason for showing this, all of this. For now, he would wait till whenever this would be over, the past scenes on how Kira came to be. He looks upwards towards the other set of flashes, a new scene Ganki was about to partake in. However, what he didn’t realize was that he was a bit more familiar with this scene than he realized.

Viewing it, seeing Kira, he squint his eyes upon seeing one of the men along with Kira. He knew this man, well met him before, outside the gates of the cloud. It was guard duty, he thought, thinking back to that very specific point in time. He was roaming the boarders of the village, till he came across him. He was just a regular priest, which was why he let him in the village, harmless, really. Focusing back to the scene which was playing before him, it played more of it, leading into events which caused Ganki to ponder about a few things.

Carrying on, he watches a fight scene take place, which ended with kira’s life being taken. He looks away from it after seeing her neck being slashed. Wasted like some animal. For a good moment he looked away with his eyes closed, with that scene ending. He hears the god like voice speaking to him once more, about her powers soon returning.

He looks downward, his eyes still closed, thinking heavily in thought to everything he just saw. The long sections of his brown bladed hair falls downward against his bare forehead. After being wasted, her people turning on you, she still carries onward.  Why? “You should be lucky you were given a second chance, most people don’t get another one. But after seeing that, you have ties with no one, or any village. You’re a missing kunochi off the books. You’re lucky you’re not in the bingo book, you could start over and actually live life with no one looking over your shoulders.”  All she had been through was nothing but hell. Of course Ganki was referencing his current situation, but he wanted to see what her thoughts were on that.

He would pause before speaking again on the subject, “This priest, Youka, I’ve seen him before. He was just some ordinary priest I met a while ago. You’re saying that was your teacher? He, was a shinobi?”, these events had to have happened long after that day. It didn’t seem right. But judging by this, Ganki developed some bad thoughts, crazy thoughts.

Her concentration waned, the small girl twitching in her seat, eyes shifted to selene. "She wont be able to hold this much longer it seems." She was correct. As Selene spoke the illusions dissipated seemingly in a cloud of smoke that brought them back to the establishment, sitting at the seat as expected.

"Appologies. The priest youka is a being of true terror. He's destroyed countless villages and revived..." Even slene recognized the need to tread light here. She took a short breath forming the words slowly. "Akatsuki. At her request Kira has done unspeakable acts. When he draws breath no more she will find her place within the ninja community. We seek many things leader of Sakura corporation. Those with the power to end the Akatsuki, weapons and tools, bloodlines.... Power. What we've gathered is not enough I believe that's why she came to you the moment she sensed your power."

He sighs deeply, Ganki returning back to the lively scenery. The music and chatter of the guest returned as well, he sighs as he regains his composure. The jutsu that was used ended abruptly in Ganki’s mind, his sight gazed for a brief moment over to Kira, seeing if she was still conscious. What she had said, well shown Ganki, seemed to be true. Nevertheless, he had his doubts, no matter how weak they were. Her state as of now proved that more than anything.

He eventually looks back towards to Selene, his right arm rubbing his temples as he grasp what the spirit was talking about, Youka specially. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, what he was shown. All it took was for him to connect the dots really. The same man, who Ganki met In front of the gate of the cloud, was possibly the same man who ended the village. Also, not to mention that Youka has ties with the long overly used myth, Akatsuki? He attempted to recall the events of what happened that day during the collapses of the cloud, though he really never wanted to.  He shakes his head in thought; the stress of it all caused a few veins to show on his arms and on the side of his head. He unintentionally brushes his shades down from his face. They fall to the ground, though the noise could barely be heard once it hit the ground, due to the club. Ignorance sure was bliss, Ganki developed a sense of guilt, the same guilt he had back when he arrived in the sand village.
“Power…? I have no idea what you’re talking about… Also, who is “we”? Are there others nearby that work with you? Or is it just you two…?”

The last time Ganki was a shinobi, well, it had been too long. Come to think of it, his contract with the Thunder Birds of Kumogakure was sure to have been voided by now. His days with him using them for aid were long gone. Though, if what Kira said was true about the destruction, Ganki tilted his head up slightly, inches. Sudden thoughts and urges surged through the mind of Ganki. Ganki was, and will always be, a capitalist. The grief and horrid memories he once felt and experienced, in that instance, was swept away, an afterthought now

“Lets go…”, he said, picking up his shades and placing them back on him where they once were. He stood up from the couch, fixed his dress jacket, and his tie too. “Let’s go to my office, we can talk business there. You have my interest, both of…you.”, he ended. He thought about taking the carriage to his nearby office, which was secluded to most of the town, a warehouse really. But it had a grand office nonetheless. But due Kira’s state, walking would be out of the question. He extends his right arm out, slowly, his palm out upwards, towards Selene.

“I can take us to a more suited location, where we can talk more about this, appropriately”, should she accept his offer, and hand(LoL), he would teleport them, Assuming Selene would resume contact with Kira, to the offsite location.

The Location would be a spacious den, the ceiling well over 30 feet tall. In the center of the 40 by 40 meter flooring, a office setting would be placed there. The desk, accompanied by a chair, bookcase, and a hand woven run, were surrounded by a glass transparent 10 foot wall, forming a large cubical. The Cubical itself was raised above the ground on a large steel frame, with polished wood steps that would allow passage to the office. The lights illuminated the warehouse greatly, revealing the many large crates along the walls. The three would arrive in the center should she take his hand, within the office, as his FTG seal was placed underneath the rug.

The shift between reality and the effects of Kira's jutsu was always a strange thing, though it easier to transition for the Avatar of sorrow. Years slipping in and out of existence through the power of shadow allowed things of this nature to feel almost second nature at this point. Thankfully at this point the strain of her forced concentration left Kira far enough out of it to not be sure where she was anymore. She leaned slightly to the side, resting her weight on Selene who opened her arms to recive the girl, petting her head to calm her. "We need anything useful enough to make the final fight easier. Allies, Jutsu of great strength, Bloodlines... We've collected an impressive list of jutsus and a handful of powerful bloodlines of course but anything helps. We are the group Koukan, An organization formed of the reminants of Yukikagure.... Those who survived the massacre announcing the recreation of Akatsuki. There are eleven of us that I know of currently counting the trinity. "

Without argument Selene nodded, helping the weakened konoichi off of her chest long enough to scoop her up in her arms in the same fashion as one would a damsel in distress. Her arms wrapped weakly across Selene's neck, and her eyes searched weakly about to figure out what was going on. "Kira We seem to be going to this gentlemans office.... When we get there call Des'na. She should be able to assist in the weakness a bit. I know you wish to push trough it however I feel it important in the current situation. " With that she would nod to Ganki, taking his hand Being through through the Aether to Ganki's new location.


"Hm. This was... More abrupt then I'm used to. " If only Amber had been there. The response would have brought a bright smile to her lips. "Now, What can we do for you Leader of Sakura Corporation?" While Selene spoke, placing the girl on whatever seemed the most comfortable, probably like a couch or something maybe? Kira formed hand seals slowly, deliberately, putting the full of her broken concentration into each. A scene that could be quite startling was eased by the girl's state, the lost look in her eyes eliminating any worry that her actions were offensive. From her back she drew a single senbon, pricking the palm of her hand and pressing it against the floor beneath her. In a puff of smoke a strange creature appeared. It was scaled, less then a foot wide with large eyes downcast the moment it took a look into the situation and...... Yep. Those are in fact wings. The Faewild drake Des'na shook it's head, crawling quickly up Kira's leg, across her rib cage and resting at the base of her neck.

"Des'na. We need your assistance if you will." She was cut off immediately as the drake responded, rolling her eyes as her nails latched into the girl's neck, pouring energy from her own body into Kira.


"Yes yes. I'm aware what you expect of me Avatar of Sorrow. I only hope one day my sister will be of use for something.... I was quite enjoying a nap." Distaste dripped from Des'na's words. To say she was unhappy to be here was an understatement.


"Do not fear the drake Leader of Sakura Corporation. Her bark is quite more dangerous then her bite, or at least that's what i'm told is protocol when dealing with situations such as this. I would assume her bite to be quite unpleasant. Perhaps its because she's so small."

Now within the new location, Ganki stepped back from the two as he distanced himself 4 feet from her right after arriving, while watching her actions. “Yeah, your the second person Ive ever used this little trick with", he said, thinking about the old days in the cloud for a brief moment. He observed everything, from her placing Kira down, to her summoning some sort of lizard creature that he had never seen before. Her summoning, possibly? “The fuck…”, he muttered to himself, he grew weary about that thing every passing second, especially the moment when it talked. He remained quiet for a bit, just focusing on her strange pet. He’d never seen anything like it before, a house pet sized dragon.

“Yeah, what you said, if your serious about it.”, he takes a pause in thought, questioning his own motives behind it all. At first he saw this opportunity to make a quick buck, and be done with her. However, at the same time, he too wanted to aid her in her goal, since it involved the fate of the cloud village. This new found information, really hit some sense into Ganki. He, was no longer allowed to simply wander around anymore.  Honestly, Ganki being done with it all at first, the village system, society? But really, it wasn’t so; he was just done following people, blindly. Those habits Ganki was done with. What happened in the cloud village was unfortunate, and, he wasn’t to blame for it all, the unneeded deaths. It was simply, management, poor leadership. He takes his shades off with his right hand, folding them up only to tap them on his left open palm, contemplating on what to say next. “ I want to know your next move after this, any connections you have, and your inventory of supplies. Quite frankly, I’m actually very interested in what you have. All of this will give me my answer on whether or not I should join you or not. You understand right? Can’t go jumping head first into things… right?”, He wanted to see how she would respond.

He didn’t want to pour out everything about him on the table, his true motive. Not yet, for now, he needed to see just how serious she was, and to make sure she wasn’t a lost cause, a waste of time. If she proves to be just a wack job, he’d just sell her what she needed and be on off his way. Sakura Corp never discriminates with its customers.

His sight trails off to the small figure dragon, “If Des’y makes a mess, your cleaning it up”, he nods his head slightly.

"it is quite the trick" Selene spoke, taking a seat beside the weakened girl. Her hands ran gently through Kira's raven locks, a calming she didnt need but was fairly apreciative of. The drake's nails stung in her skin for barelly a moment before the power seeped into her skin, giving her the strength to continue once more. A gentle intake of breath marked what would seem almost like an awakening. The dazed out girl opened her eyes fully, turning her attention to Ganki and giving him a knowing nod, her revival coming perfectly in time with the end of his statement.

"Yea yea. Selene im probably stepping on your toes. Whatever. The girl says alot of unimportant and long winded things that are quite the drag. Raising Konoha in hopes of gathering forces, something about finding her teacher some echo uchiha i geuss? and traveling to other obviously unimportant villages to continue gathering strength, blah blah blah." Su'na responded to his question, distaste dripping from her lips as she translated the words flowing quickly into her mind thanks to the mental link shared between herself selene and Kira. SHe curled in tightly against kira's back, all but her small head no longer visible, eyes closed and drifting off to sleep.


"Des'na. Respect. We hold the power of the Execution by kiss, an incredibly powerful hidden technique that allows the user to learn all five basic elements and more. Thanks to this we can wield the scorch element. "She paused for a moment, considering if she should bring attention to Kira's eyes. The list would of course not be complete unless she detailed everything in their arsenal however..... It would be unneeded to point out such abilities if they werent a direct point of power or something she could offer to those allied with her. Her thoughts were confirmed with a second nod by kira, this time directed towards her followed by a knowing glance.

"On top of that and the large volumes of equipment gathered from those who threatened the safety of those we protect we hold DNA from several clans. Currently we hold Uzumaki, Goka, Uchiha, juugo, and some strange clan that allows you to turn into smoke. If you seek proof that she's powerful in the ways of the ninja I believe however your best example will come with me. My body, along with the body of my master were raised from the dead. Our existence was created fully with Kira's mastery over ninjutsu and Medical knowledge. "

Taking in to account everything that was said to him, while acknowledging Kira’s form regaining her self-awareness it seems, he nods his head a few times, signaling his interest. She had an arsenal of supplies and jutsu, which he had never heard of until no. The kiss of death technique was good to know, which Ganki planned to stay alert for in the future.

“Alright, when will I get to meet the others?”, he asked nonchalantly, while peering off to the side towards the crates that towered along the warehouse walls. If Koukan had a decent amount of people in in, with great ability, than that would be a plus. After such a thought, Ganki then wondered about something that he just couldn’t get straight, “Hey, where are your other associates anyway?” He figured if what she said was true, then she would be able to contact them, or something.

((Short, Sorry))

"Dear god. i'm not go..." Des'na was cut off this time, far too early into her rant of distaste. if she'd had the energy kira would have chuckled at the drake. She was too much like her owner. The pixie princess had always had a cold sarcasm and hatred of any and everything within the multiverse. naturally she followed orders when given them but never without quite a bit of back talk asside form when the situation was of extreme importance.

"Des'na that will be enough. No need to break your concentration." THe moment of clarity came as a surprise to both selene and the small faewild drake. Kira spoke in clarity for the first time in quite a while. She drew two deep breaths, pushing away the weakness in her body and trying desperately to clear the haze in her mind. This was essential that she speak clearly and fight against her frailty even if just for a few moments. "I'm not sure how long I'll be able to hold this clarity. Des'na helps but the pro-process of rebuilding yourself to this extent is uh. dificult. " her words were punctated with groans of anguish, her eyes flashing shut for barelly a second before opening once more.

"The Demon of chance can be summoned. My second in command is buisy in konoha and the rest of my team scattered about searching for assistance or seeking out ways to survive the final fight. Unfortunately many in my care are not powerful enough to fight against someone on our level, all have uses however."